The witch's knife stabbed hard, not Xia Ming's chest, but her, the right hand of this body!

The back of the right hand engraved with the Great Ring Technique!

She had already discovered this technique used to cut off the connection between her deity and her physical body.

Her last counterattack, her real purpose, was not Xia Ming, the man who had been torturing her all these days and making her feel desperate and humiliated.

Instead, it destroys this technique, allowing the deity to sense the direction of the body, and giving the dog man and woman a truly miserable and suffocating painful ending!

Syllable!

A slender and powerful arm suddenly opened the arm she was swinging in mid-air.

Xia Ming opened his eyes, firmly grasped the right hand covering her with his other hand, and looked at her calmly.

"Witch, I've been on guard against your last dog jumping off the wall for a long time."

The witch's face was shocked and stunned, followed by anger and anger at the destruction of the plan, but suddenly, she calmed down.

"I was silent for two whole days, two days, hiding in this body and being forced to look, feel, and endure your desecration of my body and the humiliation of my dignity, I didn't expect that I had deceived that impostor, and I hadn't deceived you."

"You're a dominant witch, how dare I underestimate you?"

Xia Ming chuckled, but then the smile disappeared from his face.

He stared at the witch's face and said with great seriousness.

"I know how strong a soul can be in the midst of all kinds of inhumane and unimaginable tortures, and I have never underestimated you."

"Heh, what do you know?" The witch curled the corners of her mouth contemptuously and sneered.

Know what?

Xia Ming remembered that at the end of the last dream world, he burned all his psionic energy and soul, and faced the terrifying great will of Shaminiy, the pain that was ten thousand times more intense than the burning of the body, the terrible price that he needed to bear in order to perform the miracle.

It is precisely because I know how terrible the price and pain are, how unbearable it is, and how much the will breaks.

He would never dare to underestimate the witch born from the boundless pain of hell in the story described by Lao Pi.

"Heh, anyway, your last resort has also been seen through by you, let this imposter in front of you wake up, let her kill me."

The witch smiled contemptuously, as if she didn't care about her life and death at all.

"Xia Ming, I admit it, I underestimated you, you won this victory. But you are only one thousandth of me now, and the day this technique loses its effectiveness, the day my body discovers you, you will absolutely, absolutely, be punished more desperately and humiliatingly than I have these days. ”

"You and that imposter can't win me, never, never."

The witch finished the final curse in an extremely cold, hateful and resentful tone.

Then she closed her eyes, her neck shook, and she looked like she was going to die generously.

At that moment, she felt a pair of large, warm and powerful hands climb her neck, slowly tightening, only to stop before she could finally feel suffocated.

"Kill you?"

Xia Ming suddenly chuckled in a low voice: "No, I said it, I know how tough and powerful your soul and will are, so I won't underestimate you, I don't dare to underestimate you." ”

"Do you think I'm going to wake up Sheena so that she can absorb the last vestiges of your psionic energy for clinging to your will, and let you die like this?"

"No, I'm going to let Sheena keep you so weak, so dare to use her body in the middle of the night, when Sheena thinks you've been wiped out and completely let down your guard before daring to use her body secretly, and you who can't do anything under my hands."

"I'm going to keep sending Sheena to your strongholds, and now you should have a copy of your personality and will in each of your strongholds, right? I'm going to let Sheena absorb those psionic powers, the wills of witches who don't have memories of these days, into her body. ”

"You are all of the same origin, you are the same person, and your personality and will become one, won't you? Including the humiliating memories that Sheena and I brought to you these days. ”

The big warm hands covering her neck gently caressed and wrapped around the crook of her jade-like neck.

The witch felt a kind of coolness like falling into an ice cave, as if some invisible chain was slowly closing at this moment, firmly around her neck.

"Witch, are you scared?"

Xia Ming's chuckle rang in her ears.

The witch's body trembled, gritted her teeth and said in a low voice: "Afraid? You think I'm going to be scared of you? Afraid of such a shameless and nasty stinky dog like you? ”

"Huh."

Xia Ming smiled noncommittally and brought his cheek to her eyes, the two of them were almost only a few centimeters apart from their lips.

"Remember the humiliation, hatred and fear that remain in your memory now, and then share these memories and emotions with the next you without reservation. One thousandth of you, one percent of you, one tenth of you......"

"Have you ever heard of a famous experiment with a dog named Pavlov, in the experiments of conditioned reflexes, no matter how unruly the dog is, he will respond accordingly to a specific command in the training of tuning?"

"So, how could I let you die so easily? I will deepen and strengthen your hatred and fear of us with Sheena through this process, so that you will become that Pavlov's dog, and let you, an arrogant and domineering witch who cannot be controlled, be like that dog, and when you see us, you will be afraid and lose the courage to attack us......"

Xia Ming's voice was gentle and beautiful, Xia Ming's hands were warm and delicate, he caressed the witch's slender neck gently and affectionately like a lover, and whispered his full plan and intention in her ear.

"Dominating witch, you are so powerful, too terrifying, just one in a thousand you make it difficult for Hina to resist, how can you let me not pay attention to you, how dare I look down on you?"

"So ......"

He kissed the witch on the cheek, and said to her with great tenderness and affection:

"I'm going to put a chain on you with my own hands."

"One ...... A leash for a dog. ”

Rumble!

Hearing this, the witch's whole person was completely stunned, only to feel that her brain exploded, and a bone-chilling coldness soaked from the tail vertebrae all the way to the heavenly spirit cover.

Xia Ming felt the "transfer chain" that the old leather in his arms gave him that he could only use once in his life.

Sometimes, strong emotions such as hatred and fear can be replaced by emotions such as longing and hope.

As long as it is used, as long as the price is paid, the point of the concept of everything can be transferred from one end to the chain of the target object of another......

Prior to this, Xia Ming thought of using it as a last resort to transfer the witch's desire to seize Sheena's body into his own body, and lock the witch's soul and will in his body to carry out a cruel and difficult battle of the century.

But just such a request, the price is so high that he can't afford it even if he gives up everything.

And now, with the fear and hatred of the one in a thousand witches in front of him deepening.

He could feel that the price to pay was a little less.

As long as he continues to do this, one percent, one tenth, and even the witch herself will have a hundred thousand hatreds and fears for him......

(End of chapter)